Quotes About Struggle

I have all this stuff—all these thoughts going on inside me and they all seem so—so dangerous." —Tyler

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over.

But damn, am I hella tired, Iris. Hella tired.

You know how many more rich Negroes there'd be if we wasn't all the time trying to pay off some lawyer or bailing a brother out. That's one thing I'm truly guilty of--giving hard-earned money to the man.

Old people used to always say, You only as old as you feel. Here I am closer to fifty than forty, but I feel older than that most days. Feel like the world is trying to pull me down back into it.

When you have so much real drama in your life, it's hard to think about fiction.

My fingers curl into fists, automatically This is the way, my mother said, of every baby's hand. I do not know if these hands will become Malcolm's—raised and fisted or Martin's—open and asking or James's—curled around a pen.

I do not know if these hands will become Malcolm's—raised and fisted or Martin's—open and asking or James's—curled around a pen. I

we looked, we saw the people trying to dream themselves out. As though there was someplace other than this place. As though there was another Brooklyn. August

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over. Guess the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll have one less heartbreak in your life. Oh Lord. Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

Each day, her sore and swollen body pressed against a hard wind blowing her own eyes closed. At night she went in and out of fitful sleeps, woke in the dark, sweaty and struggling for air. Where had the air gone?

Already there was black rain inside me.

Everyone yearns for heaven, and nothing binds you to the hope of eternal life like that kind of defeat on earth.

What I learned at the end of my first week back at work after the holiday break was how rough at least some of that road would be. Keith Fu, my department chair, dropped by my office. He brought me a latte. I'd just found a fortune cookie in my pocket and I showed it to Keith. It said, I cannot help you. I am only a cookie.

Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy.

We have to struggle against the conservatives from all sides, not only the right-wingers, but also the left-wing conservatives who don't want to change anything.

Quand il est impossible d'écrire un mot, de faire tenir debout une brique sur la mer. De coucher sur la table un copeau d'amour de la langue... Tout commence.

People in their natural condition are incapable on their own of seeing the spiritual reality within which they struggle. They see only what appear to be social, political, or economic problems, and they try to work within this appearance using technical means and moral criteria. In this way they end up in situations that are always more false and complicated, until what they have called their civilization reaches the point of collapse.

The proletarian was alienated not only because he was the servant of the bourgeois but because he became a stranger to the human condition, a sort of automaton filled with economic machinery and worked by and economic switch.

Spiritual combat is as brutal as men's battle!"74

Man is caught like a fly in a bottle. His attempts at culture, freedom, and creative endeavor have become mere entries in technique's filing cabinet.

The poorest population The really poor cannot be subjected to integration propaganda because the immediate concern of daily life absorb all their capacities and efforts. To be sure, the poor can be pushed into rebellion, into to an explosion of violence; they can be subjected to agitation propaganda and excited to the point of theft and murder. But they cannot be trained by propaganda, kept to hand, channeled, or oriented.

Çünkü günah kanun olmadan yaÅŸayamaz. Bir zamanlar kanun yoktu ve ben hayattayd?m, ama sonra buyruk gelince günah dirildi ve ben öldüm. Ve gördüm ki hayat getirmesi gereken buyruk, ölüm getirdi. Çünkü buyruktan f?rsat bulan günah beni kand?rd?, ve böylece beni öldürdü. [Romans, 7:7-11]

Ä°nsan kendi arzusuna ayak uydurmada giderek acizleÅŸir. Hatta bu acizliÄŸi cinsel tetiklenmeyi kaybettirecek raddeye bile ulaÅŸabilir. Bunu kaybetmese bile kiÅŸi arzu nesnesini nas?l bulaca??n? bilemez hale gelir, aray???nda hüsran d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey bulamaz ve kendini keÅŸfetme ÅŸans?n? kademe kademe yok eden bir eziyet içinde yaÅŸar.